untouchable

You’re untouchable.
Your conversations are short
and impenetrable.
You wear your smile
like armament
and you never make eye contact
when you speak.
You arrive before me
and leave long after.
But I saw you crying softly
at your desk once
and wanted to comfort you.
When I approached,
you wiped your eyes
and glared at me
through glistening eyes.
I asked if you were ok
and you said, of course.
I turned away and wondered
what could have hurt you so badly,
to make you so very cold.